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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ─ n.p

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pairing(s): neil perry x female!reader

summary: a romance between two individuals from different worlds who must keep their love secret due to familial expectations.

words: 1171

warnings/tags: r is considered 'lower class' since neil is upper.

the last place you would be seen near was neil perry’s family home. his harsh father would banish you away and punish your boyfriend for ever interacting with someone as “low” as you could be considered.

using your time after high school, which was very much a public school, to paint away in your room. the dream of becoming an art phenomenon in the greater future which neil only fuelled you to pursue.

neil was upper class, in a private school of all boys, your families different from one another in every way. each weekend neil’s parents throwing adult parties filled with fancy champagne and “hors d oeuvres” while you sat on your couch catching up on homework and your latest book.

neither of you told anyone in your spaces, not neil’s friends, not yours, and especially not his parents. on days he told his dad he was doing extracurricular school activities, he would be over at yours, writing playscripts and cuddled in your company.

so when neil left his prized possession at your house, you had to sought out to him as your next planned time wasn’t for another week. and neil would worry about leaving such a thing.

you awkwardly stood outside his school gates, glancing around feeling out of place of the rich bricked building encased with golden statues and gates. you tried to look nonchalant, but with this large an item held in your arms, you definitely stuck out.

in fact, it was the first thing neil’s friends noticed while the final bell indicated the end of day, the moment they stepped out in deep chatter, he heard knox’s exclaim of interest, “who is that?”

when his friend said this, neil didn’t expect his girlfriend to be standing far out the gates, amidst students leaving for the weekend. “hot, hot, hot,” charlie mused and they all seem to take notice of your frame.

neil glances around slightly nervous, chuckling along to his friends as they leave the gates. while saying their goodbyes, most leaving in separate groups depending on their journey, todd turns to his friend, “you coming?”

“i’ll catch up with you,” neil says, watching you with a small smile from across the main road. “you gonna try talking to her?” he asks, and neil smirks with a small chuckle again following, “maybe.”

he looks either way before crossing, your state giddy as your boyfriend walks towards you. “well, why are you here?” neil asks amused, glancing down at his typewriter encased by your arms. his typewriter. which now he realised he left at your place, you saving his weekend plans cooped up in his room telling his dad he’s doing homework when he’s writing away in his nook.

“you left your typewriter, and i knew you wouldn’t be able to get it back till next week. we can’t have that, can we?” you reply, neil glancing around to ensure his friends are out of sight before bending down to kiss your cheek sweetly. leaving a warm feeling upon the skin.

“here,” neil replies, lifting the machine from your arms and into his own before kissing your other cheek several times, erupting you into giggles as you push his arm jokingly. “you definitely can’t come back to mine?” you say with a slight pout, his hair flopping in front of his eyes in a boyish charm and you swoon.

he shakes his head sympathetically, “sorry, my love. my father got a big promotion, he’s got his boss and his wife over for dinner tonight, wants me there. i’ll see you wednesday though…”

it didn’t seem enough, you both felt it and you tug on the part of his tie visible above the typewriter to pull him down and press a chaste kiss upon neil’s lips and he smiles into it. “would much rather sit and watch you paint,” he swoons and you nod.

it’s just a shame you are both from completely different worlds.

he can tell you’re thinking about something, your eyes looked at his but were glazed in worry and he tilts his head inquisitively, breaking you from your reverie as you ask, “do you ever think we’ll be able to stop being so secretive?”

neil smiles softly, wanting nothing more. he dreams of a day where he moves away from his parents, under his own roof so his dad can’t give him a scolding when he finds out about neil’s girlfriend.

it wasn’t that he was ashamed of you, he was far from it. it was just so complicated, with his dad so very involved in every aspect of neil’s life, desperate for his son to go far and wide in the career world.

“of course, once i finish school this year i can apply to college and move out.”

he made it sound so simple, his eyes kind as they scan the features across your face, his smile growing which makes yours raise in response as well. and despite there being a big typewriter blocking your way, you can’t help but lean in and wrap your arms around him in a hug.

“these little moments matter just as much to me as anything else, though.” you murmur as his mouth leaves small kisses to your head since his hands hold the heavy object, “me too, my love. i plan on marrying you and living happy ever after. no one, not even my dad, is gonna stop me from doing that.”

you feel your heart ready to burst, the seriousness of his words enough to ease your worries, “who said we’re going to get married?” you muse with a teasing smile. neil is unable to tear his eyes from your face, despite having aching arms and being late home.

“oh, i said, did i not tell you?” neil laughs and you join in, your own bubble between you both as neil feels wary of being so close to you outside his school. “good luck with that,” you continue, tugging his tie again before standing back.

he smiles warmly at you, eyes gleaming, “i’ll need all the luck i can get when i’m dating someone as out of my league as you.” you shake your head teasingly at him, he couldn’t be serious. he was the one with a rich high-class background with the picture-perfect family – despite how it really depicts behind closed doors, it was very much the other way round.

“i’m serious! the forbidden love will seize soon as i plan to get down on one knee in years to come before you find out how out of my league you really are.” you raise your leg off the ground to nudge neil’s foot with your own, “you’re really something, neil.”

he smiles at you, moving towards the path he will take home, “i’ll see you on wednesday, okay?” and you’re nodding, “of course, bring the works you write this weekend with you.”

“always, my beautiful.” and despite the cold fall air, the entire walk home your cheeks feel positively on fire.

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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ─ j.m

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pairing(s): jess mariano x reader

summary: two lovers are separated by distance, relying on brief, romantic reunions to keep their relationship alive.

words: 1204

warnings/tags: angst, dean forester hate.

you remember how fast your heart stopped when lorelai gilmore told you jess had been sent back to new york. luke beelining for the storage room at the back of the closed diner when you entered to meet with your boyfriend, leaving a sympathetic female figure to deliver the news instead.

no goodbye that night. tear-strucken duvet cover being thrown aside when your lonely home’s phone goes the following morning, his disgruntled voice on the other line begging for forgiveness. it wasn’t the nicest phone call you shared, most likely the worst, ‘why were you not going to school?’ ‘why didn’t you tell me?’ ‘how could you let this happen?’

you were both too scared to bring up the two words – break up. jess promised to see you again and you felt like a bad partner for doubting him, but you only believed he brought it on himself.

late night phone calls and handwritten letters were the only source you had, the only way your relationship with jess mariano didn’t dissipate into an angsty nothingness. to everyone else, it seemed you had moved on, focusing on graduating and finding what to do afterwards. no one aware that when you arrived home you would sit with dinner and listen to his voice for hours.

dean forester walked you home after a long shift at doose’s market, you were no fan of dean – in fact if there were an ‘i hate dean forester’ club where luke would run it, you would be an avid member. but you made small talk as he stayed only a street away from you. you kept up with his pace as you knew jess would be waiting by the phone at this time.

“lindsay’s wanting a big bookshelf in our bedroom so after shift tomorrow i think i’m gonna be spending my time-” you interrupt dean’s words, restless on your spot metres away from your front door, “yeah, sorry dean, listen- i’m really tired, i’m gonna head inside. thanks again.”

your tone was quiet and short, dean catching on with a swift nod and ‘bye’ before trapsing down the street where his wife awaited him in their small apartment. you let out a sigh, held in for most of the day and fiddle with your keys as you find the right bronze, tarnished fit.

you throw your bag and work apron on the floor, kicking your shoes off in one fluid motion as you walk towards your kitchen to make a pack of instant noodles in preparation of cooping up by the couch.

however, your pace slows down into a freeze as your head turns from the tv you were sure you turned off before you left and to the boy who sits on your couch. he still has his jacket on, trainers on the rug as he sheepishly looks towards you.

your arms, which were above your head as your fingers worked the clasps out your tight hair fell to your sides in disbelief. jess stood while you were silent, walking towards you with a welcoming smile.

“i used the spare you gave me, that okay?” jess asks, flashing the rusty key from his pocket before returning it, now standing in front of you. “how- why are you here?” you ask instead, looking up at his eyes which don’t leave yours, scanning the specks of colour that slightly disappear as your pupil’s widen.

“had to see you,” jess replies before both of his hands find purchase of the back of your neck, giving you a long well-awaited kiss. your achy bones lose tension from the simple touch, missing the inhale of your boyfriend’s scent as your fingers grip his jacket, grounding yourself.

jess’ thumbs are bumping your earlobes as his kiss grows more feverish, desperate to have you as close as possible which you don’t mind complying to. “my mom’s staying with her boyfriend tonight, so i had to come back to see you,” his murmurs are pressed against your lips.

“you don’t live close, jess,” you reply, hands sliding under his jacket to be able to feel warmer, his lips trailing off to your cheek and down your jaw as he hums, “drove three hours.”

your heart swells indefinitely, “that’s why you weren’t texting me back,” you giggle while melting further into his kisses against your skin, tears welling up in your eyes from the emotion of it all. it felt like a secret between you both, having him here in the dim light of your living room, the whole town unaware of his temporary return.

jess moves back to look at your face, wide-eyed and content while his thumbs stroke down your cheekbones in a gentle sweep, and the tears fall where his touch acts as wind wipers do on a car window. he pecks your lips during the conversation, making up for lost time.

“can you stay the night?” your question sounds more desperate than intended, the thought of finally not having an empty bed to lie in sounds too good to be true. “wish i could stay forever, baby. i’d have to leave at four in the morning, mom’ll be coming home early to get ready for work,” but your nose nuzzles his, foreheads brushing as you beg him to stay.

with the promise of waking you up at the time he’s leaving you both enjoy your night together, sharing dinner and kissing amid the television programme forgotten in the background. you had missed him, and if it meant you got this night of peaceful return in exchange of the town not knowing, you were willing to be as quiet as a mouse.

only an hour of sleep went by, spending your night in the gentle touch of your boyfriend, shared kisses and helpless conversations keeping you up. before you knew it, jess was awaking you, a gentle kiss to your forehead, soft touches to your skin alongside as it settles upon you.

you’re in your pyjamas while jess is fully dressed, his old clothes you had kept messily on the floor as you walk with him towards the front door. “i’ll try to come by as much as possible, i know i can come every two weeks because that’s when tj has time off to spend it with mom.”

hands are soothing over his t-shirt, your fingers prodding the material fondly, not wanting him to leave, “that’s a lot of effort, jess. are you sure?”. him driving down three hours each time, maybe applying for a college in new york would be worth your time as well as your relationship.

“if it means i get to see you, i don’t really care,” your heart swoons from the dedication, kisses planted to his cheek as you both bid farewell. the cold crisp air hits your face when you open the front door, continued kisses until he can drag himself to his car, “i’ll see you in a fortnight, baby.”

you stand by the door, watching until the car is out of sight, not caring about your tired eyes or the darkened streets, only willing to wait until you see him every two weeks. a temporary solution until you can find a better way, you were uncaring.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. — the collection!

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— 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ౨ৎ long-distance lovers with jess mariano - two lovers are separated by distance, relying on brief, romantic reunions to keep their relationship alive.

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ౨ৎ forbidden love with neil perry - a romance between two individuals from different worlds who must keep their love secret due to familial expectations.

— 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐒 ౨ৎ bad boy redemption with draco malfoy - someone who falls for a troubled boy with a history of hurting those close to him, but they believe they can change him.

— 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐃 ౨ৎ enemies to lovers with jj maybank - two people who start off on bad terms but find themselves irresistibly drawn to each other, eventually overcoming their initial animosity.

— 𝐒𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍 ౨ৎ heartbreak and healing with tangerine - a story of someone moving to a new city to heal from a past relationship, finding themselves in the process.

— 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 ౨ৎ rebellious love with sebastian sallow - a classic tale of a young person defying their family's wishes to be with someone they love, despite the challenges.

— 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 ౨ৎ second chances with eddie munson - a romance between someone who has just been released from prison and a person who believes in giving them a new start.

— 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀!!! ౨ৎ vacation romance with jake peralta - a whirlwind romance that begins during a vacation in florida, filled with adventure and passion.

— 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍 ౨ৎ secret romance with harry styles - a romance that must be kept hidden due to the complications and consequences it would bring if discovered.

— 𝐖𝐇𝐎’𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄? ౨ৎ unexpected love with george weasley - a shy, unassuming person finds love with someone who initially underestimates them, leading to a surprising and deep connection.

— 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐗 𝐇𝐈𝐌 (𝐍𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍) ౨ৎ fixer-upper romance with steve harrington - a story of someone who falls for a person with many flaws, believing they can help them become a better version of themselves.

— 𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐋 ౨ৎ childhood sweethearts with lily evans - a tale of two people who grew up together and realized as adults that they are each other's true love.

— 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ౨ৎ resilient love with natasha romanoff - a story of someone who continues to love and hope despite having experienced heartbreak, finding strength in vulnerability.

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 ౨ৎ underdog love with loki laufeyson - a romance involving an underappreciated or underestimated character who proves their worth through acts of love and bravery.

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐘 ౨ৎ magical romance with hermione granger - a love story set in a world where magic is real, and love itself has transformative, almost alchemical properties.

— 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐖 ౨ৎ star-crossed lovers with luke skywalker - a tale of two people whose love is doomed by external circumstances, yet their passion remains eternal.

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